7:45…7:50…7:55…8:05am. The previous times are scheduled stops for the High Speed Trolley that takes me to work in the morning, and all times that it did not arrive. I looked at my phone; 8:10am. I had been standing on the cold platform for 25 minutes now to no avail. At this point, I’m contemplating just driving in and saving myself the needless hassle of standing there like an idiot waiting for a trolley that may never come.

Of course, the logical mind is thinking that it has to come. There may be a broken down trolley that they have to move off the track, but eventually, in order to not block the trolleys coming from Norristown and to allow people to actually get somewhere, it would come. It finally did, shortly after 8:10. “Don’t worry about the fares, just come on in”, said the driver, both trying to save time and perhaps make up for the lateness, “first stop will be Bryn Mawr, so if you need to get off before then, there is another trolley coming in about a minute or two.” In essence, he was about to skip about 8 stops in an effort to make up time…awesome! Not that it would really help, since it would only save about 5 minutes total, but still, it made for a quicker ride. Quicker indeed, dude put the pedal to the metal, I don’t think I’ve ever traveled as fast in a trolley as this dude made it go. In fact, he overshot the Bryn Mawr platform due to his speed, and I’m pretty sure he almost jumped the track at one point. I want this dude to be my driver everyday.

“Next stop…40th street” was the last thing I heard before the subway stopped….in between 46th street and 40th street. Figures…only my luck would have it that my trolley is fucked, and my subway is fucked. A few minutes later, they announced “the train will be moving shortly”…right. Eventually we get moving, and make it all the way to 34th street, where we stopped again for another 10 minutes. They finally told us that the train in front of us was having mechanical problems, and we’d be moving again shortly.